In August 1979 we took a trip to the Tegernsee, a lake in Germany that I'd wanted to visit because of the picturesque area by the Alps and the murals on the houses. I was interested in photographing them, and seeing the countryside. Peter W. initially was dubious about going there, especially at staying in a family farmhouse there, one with the barn attached to the house, but it turned out to be one of our favorite trips.
The old farmhouse was fascinating, and we got to see the huge old cow bells that they use in the parades when they bring the cows down from the summer pastures. We were served our breakfasts on the patio in the sunshine, with good German Brotchen (hard rolls), fresh butter and homemade jam, and wonderful coffee, milk for the boys.
We hiked in the foothills of the Alps and around the lake. The photo above is of Leif on one of the hikes. I love that impish exuberant look. He was 4 years old.
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